Hello Onyx999: The Skeezyks is an older person... getting to the point where I'll probably be the one to go in the not all that distant future. I grew up in an elderly extended family. The next youngest person to me was my mother. And she was older when I came along. I spent a good share of my childhood going to one funeral after another as each of my relatives passed away. My mother died... oh... probably 25 years ago. My father died probably around 15 years ago... maybe longer. I don't even really recall for sure at this point. I guess I could sit down & figure it out.

Losing my parents was not a traumatic event for me. I had been independent for many years. It had been many years since I had considered them to be any kind of a source of support. In fact I lived halfway across the U.S. from them. After my mother passed away, my father remarried. I never met his second wife. I flew back for my mother's funeral. But I didn't even attend my father's. I would not have known anyone there.

I can recall that, back when both of my parents were still alive, I would occasionally think about the fact that, at some point in the future, they'd be gone & I'd be alone in the world. And now, here I am... & have been so now for quite a long time. I am married. But otherwise I have no extended family left at all. So, for me, it has simply been an evolving process. I'm comfortable with it.